In the Red Sea all night the ship did not rock,
And when I awoke we were already in dock.

In another foreign land,
With no trees in sight but lots of sand.

We drove with several busses in a convoy,
Told for protection, not to annoy.

Security was very strict,
Here in Egypt.

We were stopped often on the road,
For a police man to check out our load.

But we arrived in Luxor,
To admire its bygone splendor.

Prosperity is not seen here,
As many buildings appear bombed out that stand near.

Then off Tutankhamen’s tomb in the valley of the Kings,
While on the way we were told in the bus we had to leave our things.

Because cameras were not allowed,
As in the scan the pictures for sure would be destroyed.

The pesky vendors were aggressive males
And because of their pushiness lost many sales,

They did not leave us alone and in chorus would holler
One dollar One dollar

But I was happy to have come this way
Especially while living in a young country like the USA

It shows profoundly generations come and go,
While some do a lot and others let their chance forego

To leave their mark that has worth
For the next generation on this earth.

But while driving in Egypt it appears that this generations contribution
Seems to be their trash distribution.

By lack of their respect and civility
Only for littering will they be remembered into eternity.

Then there will be no tears,
for viewing civilization of thousand of years.

Here also the difference between old and new
Is as stark as between the poor and a few

Who control and have it all,
While the rest is up against the wall

We had lunch in a posh hotel on the Nile.
Where it was pleasant to stay for awhile,

But the building next door,
Looked like it was destroyed in a war.

Back to the ship the view from our convoy bus was dismal
And for the masses there